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Puerto Rocs
Morenos
, Costa Ricans, and some Guidos
My bullets quick and fly around your head like theyâre mosquitoes
The mark they leave inside your body smaller than a needle
The fiends here get their rock and roll like theyâre the Beatles
Iâm from Philly and the killers on the block is my people
And thatâs regardless of the fact theyâre moving
diesel
It ainât nothing for me to bust a fucking shot at people
For me to run up on your spot and bust a Glock at people
And my fam, theyâre waiting patiently to clap a round
My hands are strong enough to spin the earth and crack the ground
My crib like a gun store, Vinnie keep the heaters
And fucking with me only gets you close to meeting Jesus
The man that tried to battle Pazienza, heâs in pieces
That goes for anybody else that Vinnie P. competes with
Iâll die for any of my cousins that I run the streets with
And for the motherfuckers that I share the m-i-c with
Itâs starting to pour, stepping out the crypt and the morgue
A hockey mask cover my face, a hunting knife in my palm
We murdering yâall, Randam Luck, Jedi Mind, gun to the jaw
We clap the metal till we finish you off
Iâm just a ghost doing recon exposing the coast
With the skull in Toronto or Iâm a man on at home
We the coming of the Messiah getting rid of the poor
Tapping the beef like a butcher in the kitchen of gore
I fucking batter you, shatter your clavicle
Tactical individual creating these lyrical fucking miracles
On the steps of the White House ramming the doors
Shaking the motherfucking pillars till the government falls
With that raw shit coming out the mouth of the beast
A mercenary upon the altar ready to feast
My piece is?, pointed at you ready to blow
The saga begins, kiss the ring of Don Corleone
Iâm the motherfucking Fourth Reich, black Nazi kraut with a knife
Party like dance, we bring a torch to the fight
We meet in dark streets, chicken shit I can hear your heart beat
Your whole steez constantly reminds me of gynecology
Pork your pussy, in this game thereâs no room for rookies
My jock strap is ten inch so fuck your larynx
Our shoes big as us, you couldnât fill it with a semi truck
I feel like that so protect ya necks and stuff
Extortion, plagiary, assassination, perjury
Erase history, pages missing from books remain a mystery
Is our conspiracy really? reality?
Seriously if itâs evil then it falls into my category
Rape these cheques like a statuatory invite into Ron Jeremyâs orgy
Thatâs totally another story
We got fucking popular, night breed like Dracula
The way I flip shit youâd think I invented the spatula
Yo hold tight, let me recite my words sparking
This gold mic is like fighting Tyson in the dark
In the back alley I rally my people for the breakthrough
Cali to the fullest, Randam Luck always stay true
The real deal underground sound living prophesy
A new world democracy, apocalyptic odyssey
Gotta be the policy, constantly they follow me
Tapping my home phone so they can know whoâs calling me
Cold blooded and rugged, theyâre taking your rights back
Nowâs the time to rise up, we ready to fight back
Armoured factions spitting true to the masses
Conspiracy theories surrounding government actions
Their tactics controlling your passion
Theyâre stashing classified documents so nobody knows what happened
Collapsing in buildings, youâre asking for loose change
We digging for answers, leave us hanging like Hussein
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